 Imagine what I'm like when I'm disturbed. Boy, I haven't been that mad since... Oh, boy. I'm sorry I yelled at you, but... Honey, to go on at me about the radio in the middle of a... Well, it wasn't your fault. There was nothing you could do. What does that mean? Did I say it was my fault? I said only about the yelling. It's over, darling. Forget it.